auf wiedersehen

i'm sitting here listening to "i found my everything" by my girl mary j., the second time i've listened to it today. my reaction to this song is one that can only be called "getting churchy." it's the same reaction i have when i hear "young, gifted, and black" by aretha. i'm getting churchy. not quite like nakia in church (don't ask--it involves a tab of E, an extremely vibration-conducive choir pew, and a massive pipe organ), but close enough.

anyway, i'm sitting here thinking, "what to blog, what to blog," and i'm reminded of a funny story that happened to me yesterday in the gym. i ran into my friend anthony--well, ok so we're not really friends. friends are people who actually hang out, whereas i always just see anthony at the gym and i've been to one kegger at his house. i know his last name but still refer to him as "anthony from the gym," and i'm "rob from the gym." rob. yeah we're great friends. very very close. the point is, i told anthony yesterday that i gave notice here and he acted all shocked--even though i know i've told him before that i'm moving. he then said, very dubiously, "well, i don't suppose that you're interested in fashion at all."

hello, i'm a homo. am i interested in fashion? no, i only watch project runway every wednesday and scream "YUH OUTD" along with heidi klum. am i interested in fashion? just look at me. i'm incredibly fashionable(y challenged). the point is, i'm thinking, anthony, if you have a lead in the fashion industry you better fess up now. "well," he says, "my sister is actually in the fashion industry in new york and they're always looking for employees." sweet, i'm thinking.

what kind of fashion does it turn out his sister's in? she works at a bra company. don't get me wrong, i'm still going to forward anthony my resume because a job's a job. and a job at a bra company, especially if this bra company offers health insurance, would be hysterical. i'd be a tit man. literally.